South African Prisons Decorations

An overview of South African prisons service decorations and medals, which form part of the South African honours system.

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South African Prisons Decorations - South African Prisons Service/Department of Correctional Services - 1980-1996
... A new, and more comprehensive, series of decorations and medals was instituted in 1980 ... Decorations Department of Correctional Services Star for Excellence (SPE) (1980-96) Department of Correctional Services Cross for Valour (Diamond) (CPV) (1980-96 ...

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